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Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 8

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 8

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You find yourself in a confrontation after Negan brings you back to Alexandria.

Warnings: NSFW

Original Idea by: @babyblues915

Note: Yay, back with a DDHTK update! Can’t thank you guys enough for the endless support!!! Hope this update’s good enough to make it up for my absence lol. Any ideas what’ll happen next? Would love to hear your thoughts!!!

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Negan’s face fell for a brief second upon hearing yet another rejection from you. If it wasn’t for the smirk that tugged at his lips, you would’ve thought that he was genuinely disappointed with your decision. He chuckled and buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent before lifting his head back up to gaze down at you.

“I fucking knew it.” He said and shook his head before laying down on his back beside you.

“You are somethin’ else, y'know that? So fucking stubborn.“ He added with a slight laughter.

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Calm Down (Alex Standall)

Title: Calm down.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: Alex being super jealous(tries to fight)you’re hanging out with Tony(he saw you “flirt”(aka comforting him bc he was stressed about his boyfriend)you have to literally push/pull Alex out of the cafe or whatever to stop him from fighting tony. he is yelling and you start laughing while Alex is ranting outside and he is like tf and you’re like “you know tony is gay right?“he gets embarrassed(maybe making him apologize or something??)something along those lines idk lol end it however you want??💜            

Word Count: 621 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Y/n is Tony’s best friend, but what if jealous Standall confuses everything?

Author’s Note: THANK YOU. I LOVE EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO MAKES ME WRITE ABOUT LOVELY STANDALL. Continue requesting! And sorry if it’s too short, I’ll make my best with the next ones. Much love!

Friends must be always for us. Sometimes they come in different ways, but they’re always there. That’s what Tony was for me. He always knew when I felt down, or when I was messing up my life and I needed to be heard.  He was no matter what, my best friend. We already been friends for almost ten years, and I knew well when he wasn’t okay at all. 

After our English class ended, I came to him and told him we should go to Monet’s after school to talk. He looked sad and he hugged me more than usual. Now we were here, and I wasn’t trying to force him to talk, but I just wanted him to tell me what was wrong.

“I had another fight with my boyfriend. You know, the usual.” He said finally and I touched his hand supporting him. “He says now that I’m spending too much time with Clay.”

“I told you that too, but I have no right to tell you anything because I spent too much time with Alex.” He gave me a little smile.

“Yes, but he doesn’t understand that I’m helping Clay right now.”

“Maybe you should just talk to him. Try to talk to him the way you’d like someone tell you about everything.” I tried to do my best but he surely was sadder than usual.

“How does…” He stopped a little and then gave me a confuse smirk. “How do you find out everything about the tapes?”

“Do you mean how does Alex told me about them?” He nodded and then I giggle. “It was hard, but it helped us. He looked deppresed when he heard the tapes and it turned a different side on him. He changed, but he told me and now I can comfort him when he can’t handle with the pressure and all that.” I said and he nodded. He looked better while I talked and that made me feel better as his best friend.

“You say it like it was easy, but I feel better. Maybe even ready to tell my boyfriend about the tapes.” He said more calmed.

“What are you doing Padilla with my girlfriend?!?” Alex shouted from the door and I looked at him confused.

“What?” Tony whisper and Alex push him.

“Alex, no.” I stopped him.

I took him by the hand and once we were out he looked at me really angry and let go of my hand. Then I looked at him being all jealous. I liked to see him this way, because his face was completely red, but it was normally over stupid things.

“Dempsey told me you were here. But, I got your text saying you were taking care of something and I thought he was lying. Like always” He crossed his arms accusing me. “And then, I came here to buy something to take you home. And what I found out? You hold that dude’s hand!”

I laughed and then tried to touch his face to calm him, but he pushed my hand away.

“You know that Tony is gay, right?” I asked him and his face changed completely.


“Yes. He has some trouble with his boyfriend, and I talk to him about it.” He looked ashamed and now he dennied to himself.

“God, I’m terrible. I’m sorry I just-” He lamented, but I looked serious. “You know how jealous I get, I’m an idiot.”

“Now, you’re not. But you tend to believe I’ll drop you for everyone. Yesterday you did the same with Clay, you need to calm down a little.” I whispered and he pulled me closer and kiss my forehead. “Now, Can you apologize to Tony?”

“Let’s go.”

Too Strange

Fandom: Marvel (Dr Strange)

Summary: Based on “Imagine being a rival surgeon to Dr. Strange” by @marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms

Word count: 1970


“Hi, Doc,” you greeted the tall man in the corridor, moving past him. He cut his conversation off in the middle, running to you in hurry.

“It’s rather unusual seeing you in such a good mood so early in the morning,” Dr Strange caught up with you, ranting quickly, just like he did whenever he needed something.

“How can I not be happy knowing that you’re ending your shift in like… five minutes?”

“Four and a half, actually. And there comes this little, tiny question that I just happen to have for you… Would you like to change shifts with me, for like a… week?” he smiled slyly, opening the door for you.

You stopped in front of him, moving to him so closely that you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks.

“Nope,” you popped that out with a wide, bright smile that could light up the whole room if it wasn’t meant just to disrupt the man’s plans. You continued on your way to the dressing room.

Strange growled loudly, rolling his eyes, but he didn’t give up on you yet, he was far too determined for that.

He followed you like a very obtrusive shadow that had problems with understanding the basics. There was no chance he could convince you, not when you have finally became independent from him and were no longer his assistant. You have worked hard to become a successful surgeon and Strange wasn’t helping you in any way. You had unpleasant memories from the time he was your patron, but you have moved up since then.

“Oh, come on, it’s not gonna hurt!” he exclaimed loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the earshot, but because the most of them were your co-workers, they just smirked. It wasn’t the first time the two of you were arguing, and thank God, neither of you had any sharp tools close at hand, so it would most likely not hurt anyone in the process. This time, at least.

“Maybe, but why should I give it a chance?” you took your files from the  nice nurse at reception.

“Because I’m asking you for it?”

“Let me think… Nah. It doesn’t get to me.”

“Please, you know perfectly well that I can’t leave the patients with just any idiot and I really have to go somewhere for a week…!”

“Oh, so now I’m not just ‘any’ idiot?” you raised an eyebrow, throwing him a meaningful glance. Under any other circumstances, you would rip the person who dared to speak to you in that tone to pieces, but you have worked with Strange for too long to care anymore about his words.

“You know perfectly well what I meant…”

“No, Strange,” you stopped, almost making him hit you. “I only know what you say. And I have heard too many of your remarks, your snarky little comments about my work and my way of treatment – you have even dared to take my files and change the doses without my supervision!”

“Only once and only because I was sure that the doses were wrong!”

“If you have forgotten, let me remind you that I have a PhD too! And it looks exactly the same as yours! So you may think anything you want, but I’m as good doctor as you, no matter how many times you try to prove me wrong!”

“And that is exactly why I need you to take my shift,” Strange said in an uncharacteristically soft manner. “I am aware of your capability and I am sure you would be better than anyone else I could ask for this favour.”

You squinted your eyes angrily. You would look more dangerous if you weren’t so much shorter than this bastard in front of you, but it certainly didn’t stop you from trying.

“No, no, no – your psychological games won’t work on me, I hate you too much to be fooled by… you,” you gestured to him as a whole.

You were standing at the doorway of the changing room, thankfully empty. You still had a few minutes left before your shift, so you didn’t have to worry about time too much, but something else was bothering you instead. Strange looked… well, saying ‘strange’ would be a very low-leveled pun, but it actually suited him quite well.

The two of you have been like fire and water… no, not like that. Like complete opposites? No. Actually, the main reason why you hated each other from basically the day you met, was because you had too many similarities. Of course, it started slowly, with just little comments on work-related topics, then discussions about the do’s and don’t’s in work… and then he started to adjust your habits to his liking and that was what had finally set you off. You have been turning a blind eye on music while assisting him at operating patients, his singing, unusual and very non-ethical selection of cases, but when it started to affect you directly, you stood up to him, beginning a long, heated war.

And now there he was, looking at you with those puppy eyes, as always concentrated on his own business, and trying to arrange everyone else’s lived to suit his own. Not on your watch.

“You can stop it right now,” you said firmly, raising your chin. “You have been treating me like a child since the beginning, even though you knew perfectly well that you had no reason to do so. You are the reason my promotion got delayed for months. I’m not going to suddenly forget everything that’s been done, Strange. Now leave me alone or I’m gonna call security on some creep lurking in the changing rooms.”

You closed the door, somewhat waiting for him to shout something out or to come out to him waiting for you on the corridor, but when you got dressed and prepared for your shift, he was nowhere to be seen. It calmed you down a little bit, although you were still thinking about his behaviour. Strange has always been acting up, but even something like this didn’t suit him.

Your shift ended without any other surprises.

You yawned, heading to the exit of the hospital. You said goodbye to the receptionist, a nice, balding man, who you have never heard speaking a word. All he ever did was smile gently and nod to everyone. His presence has always been calming to you.

You stopped on the stairs outside, breathing in the fresh, chilly breeze of the early night. The city was finally slowing down after the rush of the day and you could almost sense it falling asleep. It was truly peaceful.

It all shattered to pieces when the all-too-familiar voice erupted besides you.

“Am I really so lucky or is it just a dream? Do you happen to need a lift?”

You clenched your teeth, slowly turning around to see a very pleased Dr. Strange. A few days had passed since he tried to use you and you almost believed he gave up on you and finally left you alone. But his smirk caused you to reconsider this.

“It has to be a very stupid dream, because my car is parked right there,” you pointed it out with a bright smile of your own.

It was common for you two to fight with a smiles on your faces. If someone was to look at you from the distance, it would look like two colleagues chatting gaily after work. Only the exchanged words were sharp as the blades and arguments heated to the point of madness. The staff of the hospital got used to it after some time and even joked about it, but it didn’t mean either of you considered this as a joke. You were far too proud and stubborn for that.

“It’s still looks like it’s my happy day.”

“Why is that…?” you asked suspiciously.

“Because my car just broke down,” Strange said happily.

“You just ended your shift. Plus, I won’t give you a lift, I don’t want to spend more time with you than is necessary.”

“Really? But I’m pretty sure there is something wrong with it.”

“Yeah. Have you ever heard about logic?

“Maybe once or twice. Most of the time I’m too busy to…”

“What do you want?” you interrupted him sharply. “I really don’t want to waste my time for your fooling around.”

Strange stopped in the middle of the sentence, just looking at you. If you didn’t know him better, you would think he was hesitating.

“I’m still waiting,” you informed him with raised eyebrow.

“I’m sorry.”

You forgot to breath for a few moments when all you were able to do was just to look bewildered at Strange.

You were having a stroke. Or hallucinations. Or dreaming. Yes, you were dreaming a very odd dream. A strange dream with Strange. Well, you knew that one day this man would make you insane and there it was…

“You okay…?” the man asked in a worried tone, waving a hand in front of your face.

“I hate you,” was all you could say.

“I just said I was sorry.”

“Stop this before I loose my mind completely.”

“Oh, come on! What did I do wrong this time?” Strange groaned loudly with frustration and disbelief. “I try to make things right for one time and even now…”

“Why would you do that?” you asked, coming back from your shocked state.

“I don’t know, maybe because I was a douche and wanted to redeem somehow…?”

“Skip the lying part, Strange,” you crossed your arms, unamused by his poor attempts at taking it all back and changing it to a joke.

He opened his mouth, but didn’t say what he had planned. He shrugged, suddenly out of words. Strange certainly wasn’t used to this kind of situation and had little to no experience. But it was too late to withdraw.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated sincerely, locking his gaze with yours. “I’m not saying that you should now forget about everything, because I admit that I have done more than I should have, but maybe we could… restart everything?”

You slowly nodded, taking his words into consideration.

“So… you really want me to replace you on that shift, don’t you?”

Strange groaned loudly.

“Can we forget about it for just one second and talk about my stings of remorse?!”

“So you admit that you have been unfair to me, am I right?”

“Yes! And I don’t completely understand why you have to be so mad about it! It’s obvious that you are smarter, more stubborn and intelligent than most surgeons in this hospital. You should know better than that!”

Silence fell between you. People were leaving the hospital, not interested in two strangers standing in front of it.

You licked your lips, not sure what you should do. You felt dubious and unprepared for such unforeseen development of the action. You smirked slightly. It has always been like that with Strange – just when you have gotten at last used to him and all his quirks, he suddenly changed or came up with something utterly different. But that was Strange. How could anyone with a name like that be considered ordinary?

“We can’t,” you answered him with a smile.

“Why not?”

“I’m gonna miss our arguments.”

Strange was taken-aback for a brief moment, processing your words. He shook his head in disbelief, hiding his face in his hands.

“You are unbelievable.”

“You have taught me to stand up for myself. It’s your fault,” you said jokingly.

“I have already apologized.”

“But it’s so satisfying to hear you do this, I can’t help myself…”


request: “hii! i really adored your sirius oneshot and i was wondering if you could write a james one with prompts 21, 33, 66 and 72. maybe like angst and fluff? if not, that’s ok. thank you! x” — by anon

a/n: first james potter imagine, yey!! hope you like this, anon 💝

21. “Scratch that, I’m just gonna be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.”
33. “You’re lying. Again.”
66. “You’re heartless.”
72. “Smile and I’ll automatically translate it to I love you too.”

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     It didn’t take an absolute genius to know that James Potter was completely head over heels over Y/N Y/L/N. He practically worshiped the ground she was walking on, he tried so hard to be where she was, he wanted her attention so bad, and he seemed to think that she was the only girl that he’ll ever want and love.

      But like most cruel beings, Y/N didn’t care. She claimed that she didn’t need to be with someone just to know her worth — she just needed to study hard, do the right thing, and after she graduates from Hogwarts, everything will naturally flow out. And because of her way of thinking, she rarely got any friends nor admirers.

     Of course, except for Prongs.

     "If you don’t stop staring at her, she’ll melt.“ chuckled Sirius as he pretends to read a book for the sake of doing something in the library. "You know, I didn’t accompany you in this place just to watch you stare at Y/N. I thought you were finally gaining the balls to ask her out? Godric Gryffindor is going to be disappointed and rise from the dead when he hears that a student like you was sorted into his house.”

    James rolled his eyes. “Ha, think you’re so clever for that witty and funny comment, Padfoot?” he smiled sarcastically.

     Sirius whacked the book he was holding hardly on the back of James’ head. “Just go already!”

     "Alright, alright!“ said James, standing up and getting a hiss from Madam Pince because of the noise they were creating.

     He gulped and started to stride towards Y/N’s table, where she was scribbling on a piece of parchment, the expression shown on her features told him that she was already tired with what she was doing, a rather loud sign soon escaping her lips. James sat down on the chair opposing to her, making Y/N stop abruptly and glance up to see him.

     "Potter.” acknowledged Y/N with a glare.

      “Y/L/N.” copied James.

      She raised an eyebrow. “If you’ve come here to waste my time then I’m going to tell you right now that I do not appreciate it. So, can you just go along?” Y/N turned her attention back to her Potions essay.

      “Damn, you’re heartless.” whispered James to himself.

      “Pardon? Did you say something?” she suddenly snapped her stern eyes towards him, making him squirm on his chair.

      James coughed, “I said, you’re heartless.”

      Y/N didn’t say anything but she continued to stare him down, her lips twitching while she tapped her quill on the table. Clenching her teeth, she brought her eyes down to the essay once again and spoke, “Well, at least you got something right.”

      He opened his mouth immediately to answer. “I just called you heartless, and you’re okay with that?”

      “Bother someone else, Potter.” she sang, her hand producing elegant writing on the same parchment.

      “Okay, you know what?” said James, losing his temper as he slams his fist on the wooden table. “Scratch that, I’m just going to be straightforward and tell you that I’m in love with you.

      Madam Pince suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clearly annoyed and had lost her temper as well. “Mister Potter! Out! OUT!” she shouted, literally kicking him out of his chair.

      James unwillingly followed the woman’s orders, Sirius leaving the library as well.

      Meanwhile, Y/N didn’t seem to care about what he just said because when he sneaked a look at her before Sirius and him officially left, she was still concentrating hard on her assignment — as if someone didn’t just confess their love for her.

      For the past week, James had been trying to talk to her again. Sirius, Remus, and even Peter (who rarely disagreed with him), was telling him that he shouldn’t bother if it was pretty obvious that Y/N wasn’t interested nor wanted to do anything with him.

       Just in cue, Prongs stopped leaning on the wall once the students from the Arithmancy class began to get out of the classroom, Y/N was one of them and when James saw her, he immediately and quite literally, jumped in front of her to block the pathway. A few students giggled and snickered, knowing exactly what was his purpose on doing it.

      Y/N didn’t look pleased. In fact, she was surprised that she almost smacked her face on his chest if it weren’t for his firm hold on her wrist. James didn’t know if his eyes were deceiving him or not but upon making contact, he swore her face began to get pink.

      She abruptly pulled away. “What do you want this time?” snarled Y/N, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

      “You’re blushing.” smirked James.

      She widened her eyes. “Do you always just say things without really thinking about it? I’m not blushing.”

      James crossed his arms, stepping closer only for her to back away. “You’re lying. Again.

      “I’m not lying.” Y/N too crossed her arms. “And what do you mean by again? When have I ever lied to you?”

       His expression changed from cocky to serious in an instant. “When you agreed that you were heartless.”

      “You were the one who claimed I was heartless in the first place. You weren’t wrong.” Y/N’s lips twitched like last time, though she now averted her gaze to somewhere else so that their eyes wouldn’t meet.

      James sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “I only said that to get a reaction. In case you didn’t know, you wouldn’t really talk to me unless I annoy you or something.”

     "Well, that’s just stupid.“ claimed Y/N bitterly. "I suppose you told me you loved me for the sake of getting a reaction too then?”

      He was surprised by her statement. Prongs didn’t reckon that she had the chance to hear it because she never questioned it nor confronted him about him like any other girl would. He was also shocked by the fact that she managed to remember and even bring it up.

      “No,” said James immediately. “I-I meant what I said on that part.”

      Y/N flickered her eyes back to his. “No, you didn’t. You barely even know me much less be sure that you can feel such way.”

      Though her heart was already thumping very hard inside her rib cage.

      “Well, I guess I’m just an idiot, am I?” chuckled James without humor. “Maybe I exaggerated on that one but I’m certainly sure that I like you very much. Would you —” he stopped all of the sudden when he realized what he was doing.

      “Would I what?”

      He gulped. “Er — I was wondering if you know, for the next Hogsmeade visit, would you like to go with me?”

      James was sure that she was going to reject him so he didn’t even know why he got on with it. He mentally wanted to bang his head on the wall in case his assumption was right.

      “I’ll think about it.” answered Y/N after a good five seconds.

      His jaw dropped. “W-What? Is that a yes or a no?”

      “Neither. I need to look through my schedule first before agreeing.” she casually answered.

      “Just like that? Asking you was that easy?” he exclaimed.

      Y/N snorted. “Keep talking like that and my answer will turn to no.”

      “I’m just joking with you, jeez.” James said quickly. “Think about it, alright?”

      “I will.” She rolled her eyes. “Now, can I go?”

      Prongs got out of her way and did a mocking bow. Y/N completely ignoring his behavior, walking forward without turning back — that is until James got the courage to shout out the words he was so hesitant to say just a while ago.

      “I love you!”

      Y/N stopped walking momentarily, turning around to raise and eyebrow at him.

      “Smile and I’ll automatically translate it to I love you too.” yelled James while laughing, his eyes bright.

      “Keep wishing, Potter!” yelled Y/N in response.

      She then continued to do what she has been doing but unknown to James, a smile was slowly creeping on her features because of him.

Elsa (Chapter 1)

Author: @systemfailuresunshine 

Summary: Year-round fluff for a soldier who just needs a hug, starting at Christmas

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1557

Warning(s): None, I don’t think

A/N: This was originally posted on AO3, but my lovely friend @itscooltobehappy convinced me to make it a reader fic, and post it on here. So I did! I hope you all enjoy. I know it’s March, and not December, but roll with it. Plus, who doesn’t like Christmas year-round?

“Nat, hang it properly, come on!”

“You’re lucky I’m hanging it and not you, Stark!”

The voices of the Avengers travelled through the otherwise quiet corridors of Stark Tower as Christmas started to come to life. You were sitting on your own in your bedroom, chuckling at the insults being hurled around by your friends. You could practically hear Steve climbing down from the ladder to try and separate Tony and Natasha before she strangled him. You could also hear the voices of everyone else except for one: Bucky.  

You turned so that you were facing the door, and swung your feet off the bed, slipping them into socks that were lying on the floor. Crossing the small space, you opened the door to find him poking his head round the door of the shared dining room so that he could watch the others putting the tree up.

“You didn’t fancy it, Bucky?” you asked, making him jump.

Bucky turned around, clutching his chest with his bionic hand.  

“Geez, (Y/N), warn a guy!” he said, jokingly.  

“Nah, it’s more fun this way,” you laughed, nudging him with your hip. “So, you didn’t want to join in?”

“I’m too cool for that, obviously.”

You just looked at him, raising your left eyebrow slightly.

“Alright, fine. It’s the first Christmas I can remember since the War. They all look so happy, I didn’t want to ruin it by breaking something…” Bucky trailed off, looking down at his snowman socks.

“Oh, Bucky.” Your heart swelled, and you engulfed him in a hug.

He stiffened a little before putting his right arm around you and giving you a squeeze.  

You pulled back, but dropped your hand to grab his bionic one.

“Come on!” you said, dragging him into your bedroom.

“What on earth is happening?” he looked bemused but followed anyway.

“You’re helping me put up my tree.”

“(Y/N), I don’t want to ruin…”

You interrupted him by stopping short and turning to face him, as you neared your bed.

“Bucky Barnes, don’t even think about it! You are going to hang some baubles, wear a tinsel scarf and help me put the star on the top,” (Y/N) commanded.

“Okay then,” he said, chortling under his breath.

Five minutes later and you were both sat in the middle of the bedroom floor surrounded by various bits of tree.

“I thought you said you knew what you were doing,” Bucky said, poking you in the side.

“I said I knew where the instructions were.”

“It’s your tree, how do you not know how to put it up?”

“I was preoccupied last year, Clint did it for me.”

“Of course he did,” he chuckled.

“Ah!” you said, looking at two pieces of branch you had picked up. Bucky looked at you quizzically.

“Alphabetical,” you stated. “C to A, biggest to smallest.”

“How did it take you so long to figure that out?!” he laughed, incredulous.

You looked down before muttering “I was looking at you.”

Bucky moved his right arm from the floor to put it around your shoulders and give them a squeeze.

“I know, I’m beautiful, aren’t I?”

“You’re such a dork, Barnes”, you jibed.

“Back in my day, you would have said ‘square’.”

“Nowadays, I’m just going to call you a triangle.”

You screamed as Bucky reached out to tickle your sides.  

“Bucky!” you laughed.

Twenty minutes later and the tree was up and covered in fairy lights but lacking decorations.  

“At least it’s alight,” Bucky smiled down at you.

“I’m gonna go steal some baubles,” you said, matter-of-factly.


“From the guys, you muppet.”

“Oh,” he snickered.

You walked into the other room to see the tree, but no Avengers. Now was your chance. Moving past the boxes, you found a plastic container in the back corner of the room, stacked full of small statues and coloured balls. You picked it up and made to leave the room, just as Tony entered.

“Going somewhere with those?” he smirked.

“Just giving them a clean,” you smiled, picking up a cloth from the side.

“You can have them. It gives Elsa something to do.”

“I worry about him.”

“I know you do. You want him to feel included, and so do we, but he seems to be more comfortable around you,” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame.

“Maybe because I don’t call him ‘Elsa’”, you chuckled.

“It’s a term of endearment. Why do you think I call Steve ‘Sparkles’?”

“Because you like watching him cringe.”

“I mean, that too,” Tony laughed. “Go on, your princess is waiting for you.”

You hoisted the container onto your right hip as you walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks, Tony,” you said, smiling.

“Anytime, (Y/N).”

Walking back into your room, you found Bucky cradling a small ornament.

“You alright there, love?” you asked.

Bucky looked up at you. “I found this, I thought it’d been lost but I guess someone kept it and…” He held out a small wooden ‘B’.

You crouched down in front of him, reaching out to hold the letter.

“I was wondering if we could use it,” he said in a small voice, as he placed it into your left hand.

Your heart swelled again, as you set the box down properly next to you.

“But not if it’s gonna ruin your tree, doll. I don’t want it to look tacky,” he mumbled.

“James,” you started, kneeling next to him as you cupped his face with your other hand.

His eyes looked hesitantly up at you as you used his first name. You rubbed the pad of your thumb across his cheek.

“It’s perfect,” you finished.  

He beamed at you, eyes slightly shining and he brought one hand up to place around yours.

You stood up again, crossing to your bedside table and opening the top drawer. You rummaged around for a bit before an “aha!”. Turning around, you held a small ornament of your own up with one finger. A small golden letter dangled from a ribbon.

“Now they’re a pair.”

A full hour after you’d started, and with a lot of laughing and small arguments about which decorations should go where and how much tinsel you needed, you both stood in front of the tree, admiring your handiwork.

“Still needs something,” you stated, looking the tree up and down.

The ‘B’ and your letter sat in pride of place in the middle of an array of Disney characters.

“More baubles?” Bucky laughed.

You elbowed him in the side before spotting a star at the bottom of the plastic container that you’d discarded about ten minutes ago.


“Are you not gonna sit on top of it?”  

You rolled your eyes, smirking, as you leaned over to pick it up.

“Come on, Elsa. Together.”

He grabbed the other side as you both placed the star on top of the tree, standing slightly on your tiptoes to be able to reach.

You stood back again.  

“Perfect!” Steve admired the tree as he walked past the bedroom door, heading to the kitchen.

Bucky slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.  

“Their work,” he said, looking down at you.

“Joint effort,” you smiled at Steve, freeing your left arm so that you could put it around Bucky’s waist.

Steve smiled at both of you before walking off, probably to grab more food.

“Ours is still better,” he called over his shoulder.

You both chuckled and you yawned.

“Bedtime?” Bucky asked.

You smiled, before bringing your other arm round him to give him a proper side hug.

“Thank you for helping,” you said, your voice slightly muffled by his jumper.

“Anytime, doll,” he said, turning to capture you in a full hug before crouching to lift your legs from under you.

“It’s 2 feet, I can walk!” you protested.

“Not as cute though,” he contested, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Placing you carefully on the bed, Bucky turned to walk out the room, before he was tackled from behind.

“Yes?” he laughed, craning his neck to try and look at the bundle that had wrapped their arms around his neck.

“Stay?” you said, in a small voice, dropping back to the floor.

Bucky bent his knees so that you were at the same eye level, before pressing his lips to yours lightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, pulling him closer.

“Always,” he smiled, picking you up again and walking you both to the bed.

You awoke to hear mutterings and quiet laughter coming from your bedroom door. You snuggled closer into the ball of heat that was draped across you, not daring to move for fear of waking him up.

He was already awake and pulled you into him.  

“Smile, Elsa!” you both heard before a click went off.

“Tony!” you groaned.

“Merry Christmas!” he chuckled back.

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Ignore Me?

Request: could you pls write a fic where the reader and murphy have just gotten together and murphy (who is unused to having company) kind of pushes the reader away until she stops making an effort. it takes him awhile to figure out he’s been an ass and then does small gestures/comes around more to get her back

Requested by: anonymous.

Pairing: Murphy x Reader

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by zoemonroe

At first you’d been ecstatic when Murphy had asked you out. You’d been crushing on him for a very long time and you never thought he’d like you until you were proven wrong and he asked you out.

The beginning of the relationship had been great. You two were always near each other, holding hands, kissing being cute. You’d loved it. But then he begin pushing you away. He didn’t talk to you, he didn’t say he loved you anymore. It was like you stopped existing. And when you tried to talk to him, or ask him about it, he pushed you away like you were nothing.

So after being treated like garbage, you stopped caring. You hadn’t exactly broken up with him, but you didn’t go out of your way for him or anything. It was lonely and you missed being around him, but you were mad and he very clearly didn’t want you near him, so you’d listen to what he wanted.

Though, recently you noticed a few different things. He gave you flowers when he found them outside, he would press kisses against your forehead and very slowly he was working his way back into your life. You were confused, by his motives, by his feelings, by everything, so you decided to confront him about it.

“What are you doing?” You asked one day in the tent you two shared. You crossed your arms, staring at him unimpressed. You weren’t going to let him get the better of you and make you feel bad.

“What do you mean?” He asked, feigning innocence. You rolled your eyes.

“You pretend like I don’t exist, ignore me and treat me like crap so I give you space which is what i thought you wanted. Then you start working your way back in. I want to know why and no lying.” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

You only raised your eyebrow. 

“Look I realized I was being a jerk and i’ve been trying to apologize.” You uncrossed your arms, heart softening at the fact that he’d realized his mistake. Smiling you walked towards him, placing your hands on his cheeks. 

“Why’d you do it?”

“Because i was scared you’d leave me.” Gasping, you shook your head.

“I’ll never leave you, I love you.” And with that you pressed a kiss against his lips, before leaning back and smiling. “But don’t ever do that again.” He laughed, placing his hands on your hips. 

“I won’t, i promise.”

Pete Dunne trying to tell you he's in love with you Would Include....

Originally posted by smidgesworld

Requested by Anon

✩ Pete normally isn’t one typically to admit his feelings. 

✩ So he struggles to tell you how he feels. He hasn’t felt this way before so everything is brand new to him. 

✩ Pete obviously gets frustrated so he goes to Trent and Tyler for advice. 

✩ While Trent and Tyler give him really good advice, it still makes no sense to him. 

✩ Pete doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

✩ So when he finally tells you it sorta comes out randomly. 

✩ You were having a row (about something Pete doesn’t quite remember) He just loves seeing you all hot and bothered. To Pete, seeing you hot and bothered is sexy. 

✩ Pete suddenly blurts out that he loves you and your mouth drops to the ground. 

✩ You don’t believe him, you think he’s lying to you. 

✩ He crosses the room and kisses you passionately holding your face between his hands. He whispers that he loves you over and over again before lifting you up and down onto the bed. 

✩ Before he showed you just how much he loved you (in Pete’s favourite way of course)

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“But I thought you guys really planned ‘to go there’ so how did I miss anything?” Luffy started to rub his forehead in confusion after Hana’s comment. Meanwhile his friend with dark red hair was covered in embarassment their captain has caused Robin had returned to them after following up their discussion and the whole situation from a bit further distance. Then the two crew mates were talking about the next step, how to explain Luffy things he doesn’t need to know and the captain started to tilt his head from side to another in a huge confusion.

anonymous asked:

cisco x reader prompt: "who the fuck put all the peeps in the microwave?"

This made me laugh so hard omg. God bless you.
Dirty Later

Walking into your shared apartment a rather unpleasant smell filled your nose, and you groaned. “What’d you try to cook now?” You shouted, but Cisco didn’t respond. Instead you made your way into the kitchen, noticing the microwave no longer read what time it was. With a roll of your eyes you walked to it, prying it open despite the stickiness that tried to hold the door shut. Upon opening it you grunted, slamming it closed. “Okay, who the fuck put all the peeps in the microwave?” As you shouted Barry appeared in front of you with what looked like strategically placed melted marshmallow on his shirt.

“Me. Totally me. My bad.” He smiled with his brows raised, his tell for when he was lying. You crossed your arms over your chest with your lips set in a tight line, watching Barry’s expression falter. In a second he ran off and returned with a very guilty but equally as sorry looking Cisco. “She knows dude I tried.” He blurted quickly before rushing out of the apartment. Cisco glared slightly at the door before you cleared your throat. His eyes slowly made their way to you, his brows furrowing into an apologetic scrunch as he met your glare.

“Why?” You asked flatly and he pouted a bit before shrugging. “Peep s'mores.” He retorted matter-of-factly, and your eyes narrowed even further causing him to sigh before he finally explained himself. “I had this whole thing planned, right?” He started. The brunette held his hands out dramatically and you knew then you were in for a ride. “You’d come home and ask what I made and I’d say ‘peep s'mores’ and you’d ask why, and I’d be all like ‘cause I wanna peep s'more of you girl’ and maybe, just maybe, it’d work and you’d wanna fool around.” He finished, his hands waving wildly as he rambled everything off. Finally one of them landed on the back of his neck to scratch nervously.

You tried so hard not to crack, to stand your ground and bitch at him for the mess he’d made, but it was hopeless when he drew his lip between his teeth and gave you that pleading and playful look. As your lips twitched just barely to form a smile he threw his hands up with a happy yell. “I’m sorry,” he moved to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I love you, I’ll clean all of it up I swear.” He grinned ear to ear before kissing your cheeks and neck over and over again. You chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair to get a small rise out of him. He groaned and started trying to pull you towards the bedroom, and you pushed him off of you and towards the ruined microwave. “Clean first. Dirty later.” You winked as you turned to walk into the bedroom without him. “You know where the supplies are.” You hollered over your shoulder, Cisco’s only reply a frustrated but acceptive groan. //


Kenny Omega x (M)Reader
Warning: Fluff, super low key mentions of boners
A/N: Kenny’s bisexuality isn’t used enough in fiction and that’s a travesty. For @thehardyboyz
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Touché (Part 2)

Genre: Hitman!au, Hitman Jungkook
Pairing: Reader/Jungkook
Length: 2,383
Summary: Jeon Jungkook had once been one of Kim Namjoon’s henchmen, but unexpectedly stops reporting back to his boss one mysterious day. Some say that he had betrayed Namjoon, others say that perhaps he had failed his last mission. Regardless of the rumors, you are given the task to hunt down Jungkook, a task that proves to be harder than you had first believed.

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Originally posted by jung-koook

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i have this Problem where i love arts and craft and diy things so much and i want to commit myself to all of them and do all of them all at once so i want to buy polaroid cameras and embroidery hoops and jewelry making kits and mobile printers for scrapbooking but like MAXINE you don’t know how to embroider and you don’t scrapbook and you’re not made of money and you need to learn how to do these hobbies before you invest in them FUCK GIRL get yourself together and STOP BUYING PAINTBRUSHES AND THE LIKE!!!!


Request: will you do a band au kylo ren where he’s a super badass lead singer to this junk band and you stumble across them at a bar or something?

A/N: First of all, the gif above fits this one shot perfectly, so I decided to use it. Second of all, thank you anon for the request, I enjoyed writing it! Enjoy! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.9K+

Warning: Slight profanity.

Rubbing your forehead as you felt an awful migraine coming on, you decided to shut the chemistry text book, deciding trying to understand science wasn’t in your favor at the moment–let alone, at anytime. Leaning back in your chair as you let out a disgruntled groan, the door to your dorm instantly slammed open, you not even bothering to see who as you knew it was Rey. “Yes, Rey?”

“We need to get you out of here.” Walking over to you, she spun your chair around for you to face her. “You’ve been locked up in here for the past three days studying for this damn exam, give yourself a break!” She exclaimed, causing you to sigh. “Come on, Poe and Finn wanted to stop by this bar that most of the uni kids go to since apparently they have live music and yadda yadda and you know how Poe is about music,” She swatted a hand, causing you to huff.

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